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EIGHTY FIVE

Third person povDelilah didn’t bother knocking on the heavy mahogany door of Calix’s study. She simply pushed it open, stepped inside, and closed it with a firm thud that was louder than any knock.Calix was seated behind his massive, tidy desk, one hand already reaching for a scotch glass, his face filled with tension. He looked up from his laptop, brows furrowed in confusion. “Delilah, is everything okay?”“No,” she snapped as she marched inside.Calix blinked, taken aback. He leaned back in his chair instinctively, as if bracing himself for a storm. “What then is the problem?” he asked, his voice already defensive.“I just spent the last thirty minutes with our daughter, and I can’t stand how miserable she looks. You handled that situation very poorly, Calix.” Delilah began, her tone so sharp and lacking the usual wifely deference that he instantly stopped reaching for the glass, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.Calix pushed back from the desk, his jaw tightening. “I handle

EIGHTY SIX

Third person povCalix had been staring for so long his eyes burned, yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the phone on his desk. It sat there quiet, accusing, pulsing with the weight of every choice he’d made in the last twenty-four hours.Delilah’s voice still echoed in his head.If you want to protect her, start by listening to her.He had brushed it off earlier, too irritated, too defensive to let her words sink in. But now, as the house settled into its late-night silence and the world outside his windows dimmed into shadow, the truth gnawed at him.He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even embarrassed.He was… unsettled.Because he didn’t know if Delilah was wrong.Calix exhaled loudly and dragged a hand down his face. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair.The lamp on his desk cast a soft, warm halo over the polished wood. Files sat unopened. Emails blinked unanswered on his monitor. None of it mattered. Not when Delilah’s words kept replaying in hi

EIGHTY SEVEN

Third person pov The next morning in the Knight mansion arrived with an unnatural quietness—the kind that didn’t just sit in the walls but clung to them, thick and unmoving. The staff picked up on the tension and moved about softly, almost tiptoeing. The dining room felt empty. Naomi was absent. Her door, usually cracked open with music leaking out, remained stubbornly shut. No shuffle. No dramatic teenage groan. Nothing. When Delilah had walked down the hallway earlier with Calix, she noted the door’s closure and the silence behind it with a heavy heart. She glanced toward Calix and saw that he was already watching her. They didn’t exchange a single word—didn’t need to. Her eyes, restless and heavy, told him everything her mouth wanted to say. He needed to fix things. Calix looked toward Naomi’s door, his jaw ticking once. Delilah exhaled softly and moved on to Isla’s room to get her ready for the day. Calix paced his home office like a man trying to outrun his own tho

EIGHTY EIGHT

Jace's povI barely slept. Not the normal “toss and turn because life is stressful” kind of no-sleep… my body was awake and my soul was broken on the floor. That was the kind of sleeplessness. My brain spun between all the things that happened the previous day, Naomi’s face, the argument with my father, the things I said, the things I didn’t say, and the things I wish I could shut off completely.By the time my phone vibrated at a few minutes past eight in the morning, I was trying to choke down a mug of lukewarm coffee—a weak attempt at resuscitating my brain.My phone pinged with a text just as Mason walked into the kitchen.“What's up, buddy? You're feeling better?” He asked.I nodded. “Thanks for letting me crash here.”My phone pinged with another text and I picked it up.Marcus Maddox: Let's meet up.Marcus Maddox: Maddox Security H.Q. 9am.I dropped the mug from my mouth in shock, sloshing coffee onto my shirt. “Seriously?” I muttered to no one in particular.“What's going on?

EIGHTY NINE

Naomi's povAfter Dad left, I laid down on the bed and somehow, ended up falling back asleep. When I woke up, I felt drained. Hollow. Like my brain was three seconds behind everything my body was doing.My alarm kept buzzing even after I'd already opened my eyes. I stared at the ceiling for a long moment before I finally slammed my hand on the bedside clock to stop the noise. My chest felt heavy, my face swollen, and my throat burned from crying.Great. Perfect start to the day.I rolled out of bed slowly, dragging my feet along the floor like they were weighted. I began to move on autopilot. Shower, uniform, hair. I moved through the motions like a puppet with cut strings. My reflection looked back, pale and slightly haunted. There were faint, bruised-looking smudges under my eyes, and my lips felt too dry, no matter how much balm I applied.I stared at myself in the mirror. “There,” I mumbled. “You look alive enough.”It was a lie. But who cared.When I stepped into the hallway, I

NINETY

Jace's povI watched her walk toward the SUV, and every muscle in my body clenched, waiting for the hesitation. Waiting for the fear to win. I half-expected her to change her mind, turn around. But she didn't. She faltered for only a second, with just a tiny hitch in her step, before closing the distance between us. The sound of hundreds of teenagers flooding the walkways, their laughter and chatter echoing off the brick walls of the school, faded to a distant hum. All I could hear was the frantic drumming of my heart, even before she reached me, even before she threw her arms around my neck.I hugged her back, my own chest tight with the relief that she was actually here and that I hadn't messed this up irreparably. My knuckles brushed against the soft leather of her backpack as I held her, trying to commit the feeling of her small, solid body against mine to memory."Hi," I murmured.She didn't answer, just squeezed tighter, a silent communication of relief that said everything

NINETY ONE

Naomi's pov I tried to look normal at dinner. Well—normal was a stretch. I was trying to look like someone who didn’t just spend the entire ride home replaying the way Jace held my hand on that hill, the way he said he wanted me, the way everything suddenly felt… possible. But apparently, I was failing. Trying to keep my lips from curving into an idiotically large smile seemed like a Herculean task. “Good evening, Mum. Dad.” I slid into my usual seat, giving Isla a small smile and ruffling her hair slightly. Mum was already sipping her glass of chilled white wine, looking immaculate as always. She set the glass down with a delicate clink and observed me, head tilted like she was trying to scan my soul for updates. “You look… radiant,” she said slowly. “I look regular,” I countered, grabbing a piece of grilled chicken and dumping it on my plate like it offended me. Dad glanced up from his tablet, took one look at my face, then at the way I kept checking my phone every twelve s

NINETY THREE

Naomi POV I dragged the duvet and the top sheet up to cover the pillow where Jace’s head had been, smoothing the wrinkles in a desperate, futile attempt to erase the evidence of two bodies having shared the space. The pillows smelled faintly of him. The air smelled faintly of him. I said a short prayer that the mess wouldn’t be too obvious, praying the faint scent of him didn’t linger too long. I could already imagine my mum sniffing the air and putting two and two together. My God, I’m an idiot. I was still standing by the bed, paralyzed, trying to flatten a corner of the sheet when a soft knock at the door made me flinch. My mother’s voice was gentle, filled with a casual warmth. “Naomi? Sweetheart, are you awake? We’re home early.” The simple, innocuous question felt like a death sentence. I swallowed hard, the muscles in my throat seizing up, forcing down the lump of terror. I had to sound normal. I had to sound like I’d been asleep for twelve hours, tucked innocently in my so

NINETY FOUR

Naomi's povThe blood rushed to my face. That smug, condescending jerk. My hands instinctively curled into fists at my sides, my nails digging crescent moons into my palms. I could feel the heat rising in my neck, threatening to spill over into a full-blown eruption of frustrated rage.Focus, Naomi. Don’t snap. Don’t draw attention. Just pretend they are furniture.I blinked and I inhaled slowly.“It’s great to see you, too, Hayden,” I managed, my voice strained. “Always a pleasure to be greeted by your signature wit.”Harper finally spoke. “Honestly, Nae, is this the fashion standard here now? Calix, Delilah, you’re letting her go to school like that? Or are these… are these house guests clothes? Because even I wouldn’t wear these to get the mail.”Dad didn’t bother to glance in their direction not to talk of responding to them.Mum was the one who answered. “They’re just pajamas, Harper. Naomi had a late start. She’s going to run up and freshen up right after breakfast.”“This is g

CHAPTER FOUR(2)

Naomi's pov“Are you sure you’ve seen this one, Delilah? It’s Vogue worthy, I swear.”I watched Harper stab a fork into a piece of French toast before promptly using the same hand to point out different designs drawn on the leatherback journal on the antique mahogany of our dining room table. She then leaned back dramatically, allowing the morning sunlight to catch the glitter on her eyelids.“It’s beautiful, Harper,” Mum replied rather patiently, trying to eat her scrambled eggs amidst the escalating chaos. “The stitching on that corset sketch is really detailed.”“Right?” Harper practically glowed at the praise. “And wait until you see the mood board for the spring collection. It’s a tragedy that I had to do all this work in the guest room. The lighting in there is, like, a crime against artistry.”Harper’s ‘tour’ of her latest fashion portfolio—a massive collection of sketches, fabric samples, and magazine tear-outs—had taken over breakfast within minutes, forcing Dad and me to dri

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